Thirty-second Saturday, from Assisi

Bells sound around town.

Churches’ loud invitations

Bounce and ring off stone.

Broad sky fills with clouds.

Riding on a lively wind,

Piling above hills.

Tourists at railing

Can’t get enough of the fields.

I’ve stood there myself.

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